Tickle · the · Pear

spring has spring (sort of)

International Women's Day fell on a Saturday which meant a flurry of activities on Thursday and Friday. In addition to making Baby Z wear the famous onesie, I also watched this lovely little video that nicely encapsulates the kind of work I do.

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On Saturday, we went back to the Alliance Française for story time. Madame remarked once again that Baby Z was "très sage" (very well-behaved). The stories this time round were less disturbing, but there were also many more restless kids.

I taught in Relief Society on Sunday, and then later that evening attended a teacher training session facilitated by someone from the Church Education System. I don't know if he knew that several of us in the group had teaching experience, but he meant well, and it was nice to hear about how the Church develops curriculum and other educational materials. His little boy was also named Zachary and he hung out with the adults rather than join the gaggle of girls.

Sunday evening MoBob took Baby Z for a haircut. Baby Z didn't struggle and cry as much as he did last time.

On Monday morning we went to see the pediatric ears, nose, and throat (ENT) specialist. As part of the visit we accompanied Baby Z to tests in a sound-proof studio, which was really eerie. I could hear myself breathe and my heart beat. In the end it sounds like Baby Z will have surgery to have tubes put in and his adenoid removed. I wish it were otherwise but I'm reassured by other parents I've asked whose kids have had the same procedure and everything turned out fine. At this point anything is better than the double ear infections every other month since he's been born.

While we were in the doctor's office we watched a show on the Disney channel called Doc McStuffins about a delightful little African-American girl who wants to become a doctor like her mother. So she practices on her stuffed animals who of course all come to life. In one scene the little girl chats with her mom as she arrives home from work, and the mom remarks, "Whatever your dad is making smells delicious!" Yay for gender-transformative social change!

This morning we finally submitted Baby Z's paperwork for his passport. Our neighborhood post office accepts passport applications but the appointment line was always busy (who gets a busy signal these days?) so I ended up making the appointment in person, which kind of defeats the purpose of requiring everyone to call to make an appointment. All three of us had to be there to sign and turn in everything. While we were there, a lady greeted Baby Z, placed her huge headphones on his head and then said, "That's real go-go music!" Baby Z's eyes widened in response. That's right: Baby Z is a native Washingtonian.